Walk
The sky was bright blue. It was a little windy, but it felt nice. Wearing a light sweatshirt was enough to keep me comfortable. There were a few cars on the road. One of them honked and another was playing some dance music. I could faintly hear voices, but could only make out a person or two in the distance.
I crossed the street. This side of the road felt a little emptier. A few closed businesses stood alongside a furniture store. I think they sold furniture for back patios, maybe meant for places that the average person might consider a “dream” home. I could see myself buying a deck chair there one day. Though, the store always did seem empty. Maybe they were having construction done? Remodeling? I had seen a few construction crews on previous walks, but I couldn’t remember which buildings they had been in front of.
I passed a local landmark next. There were a lot of local landmarks, this one just happened to be near where I lived. It certainly caught the eye, but there was a certain non-descriptiveness to it. Something made to “be” a landmark rather than something described as a landmark. I might just not know enough about its history. I haven’t been here long.
I turned onto a scenic route that was about as long as the path home alongside the road. The wind became gradually louder as my surroundings turned concrete and small grass patches into trees and large yards. The trees were enveloping, though there were was far less sound. Not overly quiet, but there was a shift where the uniform wind replaced the Doppler demonstration of passing cars. Much more still. The low hum of early afternoon traffic was still audible, but it was now in a different place. I could hear my footsteps. I never saw any people. A car passed. I saw a cat comfortably sitting in a yard. I heard a dog bark. A garage door opened as I passed it. I saw another cat.
Then I was home. I sat outside in a chair I didn’t buy from the nearby furniture store. I hear the cars even more faintly now.